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Post by Face on Apr 5, 2016 19:39:15 GMT
She is to young to be what you will claim.
The rabbit will breed to quickly to be contained.
A clanless nomad must not return.
The deal and lies to cloud our eyes.
The lies.
Trust me.
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Post by Face on Apr 5, 2016 20:07:36 GMT
Back room bargains and bald faced lies.
Truth or consequences look in my eyes.
The matter is settled or so it is said.
I hope you rest comfortably when your dead.
The puzzled outcomes that we write.
There will be nothing left to put up a fight.
The lies.
Trust me.
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Inara Shepard
Ancilla
Dont. Poke. The. God. Damn. Bear.
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Post by Inara Shepard on Apr 5, 2016 20:16:25 GMT
You have many riddles it makes me wonder
Why you’re trying to tear this city asunder
You’ve never been seen
You just play mind games like an automated machine
It really makes no sense
People might think you are dense.
Everything you say,
makes people walk away
you claim all this stuff
and yet it’s never enough
if you have something to shout
let it all out
don’t keeping making up rhymes
no one here has the time.
let us know why you write
what you say, why you fight.
nothing too fancy
just don't be so antsy
get it on the page
let out all that rage
let us see what you mean
bring more to the scene.
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Post by Raphael De La Cruz on Apr 5, 2016 21:19:58 GMT
Mios dios.
Stick to breaking jaws 'O bonita brujah, aping higher culture does not become you.
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Inara Shepard
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Dont. Poke. The. God. Damn. Bear.
Posts: 378
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Post by Inara Shepard on Apr 5, 2016 21:24:03 GMT
Question for ya Raph, buddy ol pal, just how many status do you have? The one? Maybe two? Maybe? I mean, I don't know about you, but some may think the way you talk to certain people of this court doesn't bode well for your future.
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Post by Raphael De La Cruz on Apr 5, 2016 21:33:14 GMT
Your ignorance on matters of status is rather adorable la gatita pequeño. You should know by now that only those considered to be Established in our society cannot be openly mocked or challenged, those of Elder status are of course given the respect they have earned.
On Elysium battles are fought with words Lady Inara, I suggest you learn to use them. It might be difficult given that this is one problem that isn't a nail to your hammer, but I would try to learn nonetheless.
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Inara Shepard
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Dont. Poke. The. God. Damn. Bear.
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Post by Inara Shepard on Apr 5, 2016 21:36:40 GMT
You would do well to remember not to question my authority publicly then. Surely you know that. With your vast knowledge of status. And I do believe you did just that in another thread I had posted. Hm.
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Post by Raphael De La Cruz on Apr 5, 2016 21:44:23 GMT
You must be awfully confused. My sincerest apologies, I will try to write in simpler sentences in the future.
For the record, I cannot accuse you of lying openly. I have not done so.
Status is a scalpel my lady, not a blunt instrument used to smash those that annoy oneself.
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Post by Face on Apr 5, 2016 21:47:52 GMT
Your prose make wonder.
Why I am not torn asunder.
Well you waste your time with insults.
You make yourself busy to hide you faults.
You plot and you plan with a grace of a sloth.
Soon it shall be seen like a light to a moth.
In time my truths will win me your trust.
Yet before that I will shame you if I must.
Justice is a dish best served cold.
It is a wonderful thing we do not grow old.
I am the bringer of truth and the giver of light.
Nor do I dare to pick a fight.
A house of cards is weakly built.
The winds of truth will destroy it with guilt.
I have given you proof yet you are to blind to see.
So I guess the next move is to trust me.
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Post by Face on May 7, 2016 2:05:26 GMT
The court of lies,
Through my eyes,
I gave three visions,
As is my mission,
Two have come true,
What will you do?
Trust me.
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Post by Lt. Nick Stone on May 7, 2016 23:50:03 GMT
Oh what good fun, lets see if I can have a go! It's been an age since I last attempted to channel the bard.
Time waits for no man,
but no men are we.
What is blind to the eyes of mortal dies,
We undying see.
A flick a flame a ribbon,
through time the pattern bends.
With lenses cracked by madness,
we clearly see the end.
State not the ploys of new,
nor strings pulled of old.
Believe half of what you see,
and none of what your told.
..... It's passable, though I must say I arrested a perp yesterday and he had a good one also
I dindo nuffin, ya effen pig.
Dats brutality, and you took my sig.
Ahh Toronto classics.... I will be loathed to part with you.
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